This wall has an unusual shade of white. I can't seem to put my finger on what's unusual about it, but it is. Of course it is-maybe the paint is peeling away from my intense staring. I glanced over to the grandfather clock. It reads 10:45 A.M.
"Almost 6 hours," I mutter, staring back at the poor wall. I've been sitting on the floor in my nightgown since I saw that sickening post last night. A shiver ripped through my spine, clattering my teeth, and I hugged my knees, trying to fight the cold, refusing to do anything else. But I'm not sure if it's the cold I'm feeling. Because the AC is still on. What I'm feeling is beyond that-I felt it deep in my bones. The house is eerily quiet, empty, resonating what I am feeling inside: emptiness.
I glance at the clock again. 10:47. Only 2 minutes have passed. I sigh. I think I'm losing my mind. I think, I think, I-nothing. I think nothing. I feel nothing. WOW, I really must be losing my mind.
He is still not home. I am going crazy, and he's still not back. I called him more than 20 times, left 7 voicemails, and sent 15 messages, and not a word from him. I picked up my phone to call again, but I stopped myself. God, I look pathetic-what's wrong with me? I dropped my phone before I did something I might regret (like 15 texts begging him to pick up my calls are not regrettable).
If it were another time, I would be worried if he was hurt or in an accident. However, I have been glued to my social media. The whole nation is buzzing with a new dating scandal, attaching pictures of him and that beautiful model he's been working with recently. Which he exclusively told me not to worry about. Well, clearly my instincts were right. He just spent the night there. The world is making sure I am witnessing his disloyalty.
Tons of notifications from paparazzi capturing them holding hands and entering his car are going around on the internet. I wish that was it, but he had the audacity to post photos they took at her place. It's my fault. It's all my fault. I let it get to this. I let him disrespect me in front of the whole world. I feel sick. What's worse is the comments from his fans. They are unbelievably... supportive. I am honestly surprised.
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Shattered promises // JJK
FanfictionDearest gentle reader, welcome to my world. This piece of art is presented to you by, I the author who goes by the name Vespera. This book was inspired by a boring professor in a boring class. It helped me out of my boredom I hope it will for you to...
